#protective loki

[mountkennedie]

Unleashing Hell

Loki x fem!reader

HEAVILY inspired by this one fluttershy x discord clip

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You were captured by some of Loki's enemies (why does he have so many) and when he finds out, he comes to save you. angst to fluff

Warnings: Kidnapping and all the entails with it, men being pigs, hints at r4pe (not described), violence (Loki makes the PAY), could be triggering for s/h survivors (I will label where)

A.N. I love 'em protective fafo!!!

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Loki was already uneasy with your lack of attendance at afternoon tea. You rarely missed it, even said it was your favorite part of your day. And even when you had to cancel for whatever reason, you always alerted him beforehand. He sat there and let his cup run cold as he waited half an hour for your appearance. But once he concluded that you were not going to make it, he downed the now chilled cup and went back to his room, unfulfilled.

Then when there was a vacancy at dinner as well, he really was concerned for your well-being. He asked around if anyone had seen you, and all responses came back negative. His anxiety grew with each dissatisfying interaction. Loki was not one to worry about much, but for the much he did care about, it all concerned you.

He went to your room at a speed that would definitely be shocking to any onlooker. However now he did not care. You had not made any acknowledgement of your existence to anyone the entire day, and it was not like you. Even on days when you did not want to be disturbed, you told him in advance. But never complete silence.

He approached your door, his chest slightly heaving from the trek he had just completed. He could have just used magic, but he decided to use his time in travel to think of what he was going to tell you. Knock. No response. Knock knock. Still nothing. He sucked in a chest of air and said, loud enough to be heard on the other end of the door, "(Y/n)? Are you alright?" And once more, no response. His brows knitted as he concentrated on hearing anything on the other side of the door. But what he received only followed his current theme of the day, disappointment.

"(Y/N)?" He asked in a louder tone now. And like before he extended his focus to hear any sign of life on the other side of the door. But there was still nothing. Loki sighed and used some simple magic to unlock your door and entered slowly. His eyes scanned all around, but they did not find there desired target. He felt relief wash over him as he saw a lit candle in your bedroom. He knew you would never leave a lit candle unattended, so you must be near.

How long has this been burning?, Loki asked himself. The wax had well spilled over the holder and was now seeping in a puddle below itself. The relief he had recently acquired was now tested by oncoming suspicion. She would not have left it in this condition, He thought. His eyes looked around further, this time under the guise of skepticism. And he noticed a, now cold, glass of tea. And at your desk, there was something you were writing. The paper would not have usually paid much interest to him, however the way you left off mid word, did.

Loki blew out your candle before it could mess up any more of your table and instead used his green flame to light the room. And that was when he saw it. On your night stand there was a note.

Hello "God of Mischief"

Looking for someone?

Your beloved (Y/N) will be spending some time with my friends and I for some time

I hope you don't mind

But since I know you do

Bring us The Eternal Flame and you can get her back

And remember

Try anything foolish and you can say goodbye to her

The note had a loc of your hair attracted to it. The flame Loki already had flowing, grew into an inferno. The note went up into smoke, but not before he saw the address of the place he was supposed to go. It wasn't to far from the castle at all. The thought that someone in Asgard can have such strong disdain for him that they would do this, sat in the back of his mind. He would think of it later, once you were back in his arms.

He teleported to the doors of Odin's treasure room and got the eternal flame, though he had no actual intent of giving it away. However he needed you back, and Loki would do anything for that to happen. Once out of the room, he made sure he was not seen with the flame, and flew to the place you were being held. He was running on emotions at large, and due to that, did not think of a plan other than gutting everyone involved purely for putting you through this.

He flung the two doors open in one big wave of green. The first person he saw was a man dressed plainly. With a glare that held so much chill it made Jotunheim seem underperforming, he raised one hand to the man. His voice was heavy and daunting like an eldritch horror and he uttered the words, "Where is my bride."

When the man didn't answer fast enough for Loki's liking, in a green flicker, the man was being held by his throat. He was lifted and brought to Loki's face. His voice became low and haunting and he spoke, "where is she." The man looked into Loki's eyes with a fear that would live with for the rest of his days. However with Loki's current mood, he would live with that fear for the rest of this hour.

The man was too focused on getting air in his lungs that he did not respond to the God. And for that, Loki just placed his hand on the man's forehead and saw where you were being held in his memory. Once he got the information he needed, he sprung a blade from the palm that currently rested on the man's forehead, and ended his fear.

His body slumped to the floor and Loki continued on his hunt for you. He took a right and continued down a hallway. The man's blood on his hand was the least on his concern. Another man springs from a corner, armed with a spear. He doesn't pounce on Loki yet, but gets into position to. "Where's the flame, Laufyson." He spat the name like a slur. However what Loki was more focused on was how this man knew of his true lineage. The thought caught him off guard, and it was enough for the man to approach and strike him across the cheek. His blood coated the edge of the spear, and it broke him from his thoughts. "Or will we have to spend more time with that pretty girl you keep locked away." That line was what got Loki's emotions to front his actions again. But the problem with that was, his moves were more sloppy this way.

The man he was fighting was clearly a trained warrior. And with the help of his accomplice, that had suddenly joined in the fight as well, Loki was soon pinned to the ground. In a cocky tone the first man said, "you know, 'prince'. For you to call yourself a benevolent God, and then not want to share your prize... isn't very fair is it? She should not even be with you. And now you will not let her even be around those of better company? Makes me want to keep the flame and her, just to show her a good time." The disgusting captor and his accomplice broke out into a fit of laughter. Many had thought you and Loki's relationship was as controlling as the pigs said. But no one ever understood how free you really were with him.

The obnoxious joy the two pigs were enjoying were soon silenced when Loki rose from the ground. His hands enveloped in a blinding green glow. He said nothing at first, except lifted the men by the neck with one hand, like before. Except for a moment Loki closed his eyes, and sensed every presence in the building. Everyone except you were hunted down by his shadows and brought to where he was standing now.

TW AND VIOLENCE

It was a collection of ten men, all foul in their own ways. They met the same fate as the two men currently hanging. He gagged every man so that you not hear their torture. And with his other hand he summoned twenty daggers. One for each foot of the men. When they punctured, he began to speak and he summoned more knives. "I know that I am not one who was bound for a fruitful love." Ten knives, one for each man. They began at the feet, tracing slowly up the leg. the knives had enough pressure at the hilt to break through clothes and their skin. "And that is my burden to bear," the knives slowed to a stop at the waistline. And returned to the foot on the other leg, then mimicked their work on the other leg.

Loki was glad he gagged them. He didn't want the screams of your captors to haunt you. When the knives reached the waistline, they met both lines in the middle and began scaling up their stomachs. "However," there was a slight growl in his tone. The blade stopped at their necks. "If you, or anyone dare to harm my wife," he brought them close to his face and looked into all of their eyes. "I will always find you, and not even Valhalla could stop me from decimating you over, and over again." The blades sliced through all their throats, and their blood splattered all over Loki.

TW AND VIOLENCE END

He dropped their dripping carcasses and went to where they were holding you. Before walking in, in another wave of green, he cleaned their blood off of himself to make sure he didn't alarm you. When he opened the door, what he saw enraged him but most importantly, broke his heart.

You were tied to a chair and had a large sac over your head. You were trembling, and as his footsteps got closer, he heard your breath quicken with fear. "(Y/n)! (Y/n) it's me, it's alright." He slowly took the sac off so your eyes could adjust. What he saw broke him even more. You were gagged and your eyes were full of tears. He noticed a bit of your hair was shorter than the rest and he wish he could revive those bastards just to do even worse to them.

When you registered it was Loki you made a sound of relief and leaned as close as the ropes allowed, to him. In a second the gag and ropes dropped to the floor and you fell into Loki's arms. You just sobbed incoherently and let him hold you together as you did. Loki wrapped your legs around his waist and lifted you both up. You don't know when he did it, due to your eyes being shut, but he transported you both back to your room.

He held you in a crushing embrace, like you could be taken from him again at any moment. When you caught a bit of your bearings you said in a broken voice, "I don't want to be in here." The scene was still the exact same as when they took you. Then immediately, the pair of you were in Loki's room, still embraced. "Thanks," you replied as some left over tears still stained your face.

"Anything for you, darling." His hand rubbed your back as he softly spoke. There was darkness underlying his words, but you didn't acknowledge it, "And I mean anything." He was there as you showered, but not in the shower, he respected your need for privacy. Especially after today. And he stayed with you for the rest of the evening and even held you as you slept. As a reminder of his undying loyalty and love for you.

How these men knew of him so well he did not understand. And it plagued his mind as you rested. He did not care much for his information being known, only if it meant it could put you in danger. That would always be his first priority.

[huffelpuff210]

All my stories so far

Fighter series Alpha Tony x Alpha Steve Roger’s x Alpha Bucky Barnes x omega reader

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Alpha Steve Rogers x Alpha Bucky Barnes x Omega teen reader

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Dark Stucky x reader

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Andy Barber x shy Reader

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Dark mob Stucky x reader

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King loki x shy reader

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Soft Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

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Dark professor Steve Rogers x innocent reader

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Bucky Barnes x shifter reader

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Thor x shifter reader

Dark Tony Stark x Reader

Dark Stucky x pregnant reader

Dark husband Bucky Barnes x pregnant reader

Dark Steve Rogers x shifter reader

Prompts

Loki

My Dove

Loki x shifter reader

Bucky Barnes

You are mine now

Series : you belong to me now

Part 2

[hero-i-am-not]

Nat, to Peter: Aunt Nat will murder anyone who hurts you

Loki, popping up from behind: And Uncle Loki will cover for her <3

Peter: aww thanks guys!!

Tony: And Dad will buy you Ben & Jerry's

Peter: what flavor?

Tony: flavor?

Peter: Dad?

Tony: ...

Tony: Here are the keys to the Ben & Jerry's factories

Peter: Dad!

Tony: Gotta go, love you kiddo!

Peter: Love you too :D

...

Peter, at the factory: Can I get a strawberry ice cream in a kiddie cup? please?

[87006606]

Me and Mine

I might add a second part to this might not ¯\(ツ)/¯

Loki x reader

Summary: Loki and you enjoy a quiet evening until someone from your past appears. And it bothers you enough that Loki has to step in.

Word Count: 1,000~

The both of you sit in the common room, sharing silence.

Loki sits on the couch, pretending to read his book. You sit on the floor in front of him, nodding your head to whatever song is playing on your headphones. The coffee table shoved to the side, and your legs crossed in front of you, enthralled in your latest project. Mechanical parts and tools lay around you in an organized chaos only you can understand. 

You hum quietly as you work, oblivious to his stare behind you.

When the both of you are not stuck on missions your weekends are normally like this with a majority of the team off gallivanting in their own personal life. It just leaves you and a couple of other agents on the compound, and barely anyone on their team's floor.

Some days–and these are his favorite days, not that he would ever admit it–you let him read to you, you'll lie beside him on the couch. Your head on his lap as you solve and unsolve one of you many colorful cubic puzzles. You'll hum with interest occasionally and ask questions which sometimes delve into passionate discussions analyzing the book. 

Other times you'll be lulled to sleep, snoring lightly as he continues reading. When you eventually wake it's with gentle hands in your hair, and the smell of your favorite tea on the stove. Sometimes you read to him, your finger tracing lines mindlessly across his chest lulling him to sleep.

The elevator dings, and he looks up to glare at whoever dared interrupt your shared peace.

He stiffens, noting the strange man as he steps into the common room. Loki glances at you, but you continue working oblivious to the new presence in the room. He looks back at the stranger, who smiles back and nods in greeting. As if noting his confusion, the man motions to the SHIELD identification attached to his hip. Loki nods in understanding and recalls the tour group of the new batch of agents he saw earlier in the week. Still how the agent had a high enough clearance to access the Avengers' commons was beyond him. But he pays it no mind and goes back to his book, if the agent wished for access to Stark's secret candy stash, it wasn't his problem. Until he made a beeline for you, he glares at him over his book, but the agent's attention is only on you, with an almost feline smile.

You don't notice him until he steps carelessly into your field of disarray, and crouches down next to you. You jump, snatching your headphones off and stare at him, shooting Loki a wide-eyed glance. Before he can tell you about the new agents, the man says your name. 

You say a name back in a too quiet voice. And the agent grins.

So you already knew the agent. interesting.

"Why–what are–what are you doing here?" You stutter clearing a path around you and scooting back. 

The agent takes advantage and moves closer. You don't keeping scooting, instead you lean as far back as you can, without compromising your spot on the floor.

"I submitted a transfer of location," he smirks, and holds up his ID, "comes with the promotion."

Loki decides he's not fond of him. He's too cocky.

"What," you're voice is breathy and small.

"Looks like I'll be spending more with the Avengers," he says. And you he doesn't say it, but even Loki can hear it in the way he looks at you. Like a piece of meat.

And Loki takes a moment to look at you, really look at you. Your face is pale, your shoulders rounded as if caving into yourself. And your hands shake as you fidget with your tools. Even though the man is crouched, you still have to crane your neck to look up at him, and he seems to be enjoying. Loki doesn't like it at all.

He's seen you take down multiple enemies in less than a minute. He's seen you easily scare off degenerates at the bar won't take no as an answer and do the same for other women. He's seen you exude confidence in meetings as you verbally destroy someone for coming after him. He's never seen you look like this so... so small. And the way the agent is looking at you, smiling as he leans closer, knowing damn well what he's doing to you as you flinch when his hand lands heavy on your thigh.

No Loki doesn't like it at all.

So he stands up, tossing his book to the side, and squeezes between the both of you, ridding the man's hand from your leg, and crouches down, matching the agent's pose.

The man says your name with a deathly sweetness, glancing between you and Loki, "you aren't going to introduce us?"

You look at the man with such a gaze he has only seen on the prey animals Thor would drag home after a successful hunt. As if he has already best you, as if you have let him devour you already. And Loki has had enough.

So he turns a glare towards the agent. 

"Loki," he says, voice laced with venom, "what a pleasure to hear you'll be working with all of us." 

He slaps his hand on the agent's thigh, equally hard as he did with you. And the agent has the nerve to look uncomfortable. 

"I will warn you though," he slithers, "I happen to be quite... territorial," he pauses, sneering. "So I'd advise you to stay away from me and mine."

The agent nods once, and stumbles back as he stands up. "Excuse me, I'll–um," he swallows, lancing around, "go check out the rest of the–um building"

Loki nods, eyes not leaving until he takes the stairs and the door shuts behind him. Smart choice.

Your hands tug on his sleeve, and you whisper a quiet thank you.

He takes you in his arms, and you curl up on him, head on his chest. And his heart breaks for you.

You call his name, voice muffled by his shirt.

He hums, stroking your hair as you look up at him.

"Will you read to me?"

Loki smiles.

[meideixx]

Tuxedo Loki & Mobius

Loki S2E2 - Breaking Bad

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Working on the final chapter of my first ever Lokius fanfic, and I'm both very happy with how it's turned out, and inevitably sad that it's almost over done already! I write too dang fast these days, but I have to blame the plotbunnies too. I couldn't stay away more than a day at a time, and even then the ol' brain was plotting and scheming against with the characters and the story. Anyhoo. The final chapter will be up in the next few days. I hope you'll like reading it as much as I loved writing it.

To my readers+friends old and new, wubya. ❤️😭

[reinanova]

people LOVE using the excuse of “just bcuz the writer said so doesn’t mean it’s canon” and that the line “i’m not a lesbian, i’m not anything” doesn’t actually make yelena aroace

okay. so by that logic, deadpool isn’t canonically pansexual (even tho the writers confirmed it)

and by that logic, loki isn’t canonically bisexual since “a bit of both” isn’t actually a direct confirmation of his bisexuality

if you’re telling me that yelena needs to say the words “i’m aromantic asexual” in order for her aroace identity to be canon, then that same logic better apply to other queer characters, otherwise you’re being a hypocritical aphobic asshole

if you can’t accept a queer characters canon identity based on their actions or words unless they literally say their sexuality/romantic identity out loud, you’re losing so much representation (especially of the casual queer kind) and character diversity

[huffelpuff210]

What we need part 2

Loki x shy reader

It was half past two in the morning when you heard pounding at your door, you were in a pair of black and white plaid pajama pants and a army green tank top,

You let out a frustrated sigh giving the fact you were just about to go to bed.

Tony and Bruce were keeping you up late working on a project,

You open the door revealing Natasha,

You arch your brow at her,

“Can I help you?” You asked clearly confused she never visited you actually none of the avengers have,

“It’s Clint he’s hurt bad.” She says in a panic,

She doesn’t need to say more, you speed walk beside her, barefoot and in your pajamas with your hair wet from the shower,

You enter the lab everyone is there their eyes on you,

Loki refused to heal anyone when he first arrived at the tower, Tony’s response was ‘we don’t you need you reindeer games we have a healer.’

To say he was surprised when you walked in the room dressed the way you were was an understatement, especially how he could see your nipples harden when the two of you made eye contact,

“Thank god Y/N!” Steve says

“Why didn’t you summon me with the AI.” You say in a board tone,

“Friday is rebooting from the maintenance I did on her today.” Tony says walking in

You nod understanding,

“Do your stuff sweetheart.” Tony says

He always called you that not as a love interest but as a parental figure in his mind but it always went over your head,

You nod walking over to Clint who is bleeding out from a gunshot wound,

You place both hands over the wound closing your eyes, everyone watches as your hand illuminate green, Loki stood in shock at your ability but he can sense you were pushing to far.

After you finished healing Clint you left the room without a word, you could barely focus, you could feel your body temp rise, your legs felt like jelly and everything was spinning, you steadied yourself as you rode the elevator, you knew you were going to have to call out for a few days, every time you push your ability beyond its limit you get this way. You stumbled out of the elevator down the hall way, entering your room,

You needed to cool down,

“Miss L/N you body tempature is 109 and rising,” the AI announced

“I know..” you mumble

You turn on the cold shower water stepping in with your clothes on,

“113 and rising.” She said

Your breathing getting shallow, you lay your head against the shower wall as your vision starts to blur and you fall into darkness,

Loki knew something was amiss when he saw the door to your room open,

He strode into the room,

“Lady, L/N it’s Loki,” he says as he walks through the room,

When he stops at the open bathroom door open, the shower running, and you unconscious with clothes on,

“Y/N!” He rushes toward her

She was burning up,

“It’s alright, I’ve got you…” he says picking you up in his arms,

“You’ll be okay..” he says leaving with her in his arms

[eggyulksart]

i love star-lord mains they're always nice to me tbh. the fact that i ship these two is a direct result of the few star-lords i see that keep sticking to me (adam main). also i usually play in a stack (who doesn't use star-lord) so these interactions are really refreshing to me ♥

shoutout to that one star-lord who complimented my gotg 3 adam skin (he called adam pretty!!!) and then followed me around the map like a puppy... bless you, you kickstarted all this

[siconetribal]

How to handle a troublesome ex, royal edition. Love it. If that loser decides to come back on some ego trip, he's gonna regret it.

Can you do a jealous ex where reader is with Loki and the ex starts getting mad and starts texting and calling reader constantly then one day she forgot her phone and Loki reads the texts and listens to the voicemails then reader comes home to a concerned Loki because reader got hurt somehow?

She's Mine Now

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Summary: You and Loki have only just started dating and you're worried your ex-boyfriend will ruin everything. You've been able to hide how often your ex contacts you but one night he calls over and over while you are with Loki. After finally admitting to Loki what has been going on, the God of Mischief takes matters into his own hands.

Warnings: controlling ex-boyfriend, jealous ex-boyfriend, some vague mentions of previous abuse (nothing specific), arguing, swearing, threatening language, name calling, Loki being super protective

A/N: I'm so so so sorry it took me ages to get to this. I'm finally going through my request box and I loved this the minute I saw it. I changed it just a little but I hope that's OK. Thank you for sending it! I hope you like it! 💚

Also... I realized as I was proofreading this that I never named the ex-boyfriend so it's whatever you want it to be lol pick any jerk you know haha

Loki sits on the end of his couch, your head resting on his shoulder while his fingers run slowly up and down your arm. You've only been together a month but you have completely fallen for him. You look up at him and smile when he laughs at the movie you selected.

He notices you watching him and kisses your nose causing you to giggle. "The movie is more interesting than I am, I assure you," he jokes.

"I've seen it," you respond but rest your head against him again.

Everything about him makes you want to tell him how perfect he is and how deeply you love him but you are afraid to. A small voice inside you keeps holding you back from opening up to him the way you want to. Every time you told you ex-boyfriend you loved him, he would tell you that you sounded clingy or needy or desperate. You don't want Loki to feel the same so you keep those three words to yourself.

Loki's fingers move from your arm to your back, moving in slow circles. You close your eyes and focus on how calming it feels but then his hand moves further up. He begins playing with your hair, his eyes still fixed on the screen, a small smile on his lips. You try to keep your thoughts from racing as you feel a familiar pit growing in your stomach. He's upset, he doesn't like your hair this way, your inner voice starts to spread panic throughout your body, he's going to grab a fistful of it any second and yell at you. You tense as his fingers gently run through your hair and he notices the change in your behavior.

"Are you okay, love?" he asks, he removes his hand and looks down at you concerned.

"Yea, I just-" you look down and begin playing with the sleeve on your sweater as your mind replays what happened the last time you got a haircut without talking to your ex first. "I'm sorry, I- I was going to ask you before I cut my hair. I know I should have but I was only going for a trim so I thought it was okay but then I saw a shorter style I really liked and I just went for it but-"

He cuts off your words suddenly when his lips met yours, your whole body responds to his kiss and the feeling of his hand softly touching your cheek, relaxing you instantly. He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked on yours so he knows you are listening to him. "It's your hair darling. You can do what you like with it," he gently plays with the ends of your hair. "You don't need to ask me to do things like this," he says as if it is obvious.

You nod and remind yourself for the hundredth time that Loki is not your ex-boyfriend.

He settles back on the couch, bringing you with him easily, his arm around you. He smiles and adds, "I'm sorry if I forgot to tell you that you look beautiful today."

You blush and bury your face against his chest, the heavy feeling inside of you vanishing completely. He kisses the top of your head and goes back to watching the movie. You close your eyes and force the images of your ex-boyfriend's reaction from your mind, replacing them with Loki's words.

Half an hour later your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You lean forward to try and reach for it but Loki keeps his arm around you. You giggle and try again but he doesn't let go. He looks down at you and smirks, "Where do you think you're going?"

Your phone continues to vibrate. "I need to answer my phone," you roll your eyes.

He looks back towards the TV and dramatically puts his foot on the edge of the coffee table, sliding it further away from you as he straightens his leg.

"Loki!" you laugh as a smile spreads across his lips. He finally loosens his grip so you can get up. You pick up your phone but as soon as you see the number, you end the call and put it face down on the table.

"Who is it?" he asks.

"Wrong number," you answer with a shrug but the laughter is gone from your voice.

You sit heavily next to him and he waves his hand to bring the table back to its original spot. He doesn't respond but you know he can tell you are lying, his expression has become serious and his eyes remain fixed on your phone. Before you can think of a better excuse, your phone begins to vibrate again. You grab it and hang up quickly without stopping to see the number, you know who is calling.

"Who is it, Y/N?" he asks again, his tone is curious but you can feel your nerves getting worse.

"It's no one," you tell him as you tug on your sleeve again.

He sighs at your response and turns off the TV. "I don't like being lied to," he says as he faces you.

"I know," you shrink away from him, waiting for him to yell or tell you to leave.

"Y/N," he reaches out to touch your chin lightly, wanting you to look at him but you flinch away from his touch involuntary. He pulls away as well, giving you more space instead of invading yours. You look up after a moment and instead of seeing anger in his eyes as you expect, he looks sad.

You know in your heart Loki would never hurt you but your instincts had forced you to distance yourself from him. When your ex was upset because you had lied or had done something he thought was wrong, he could be unpredictable.

Your phone vibrates again and he sighs as he picks it up off the table. He hands it to you and says, "Whoever it is must really want to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to him," you tell Loki, trying to hold back your tears. You toss it away from you wanting it as far from you as possible. It skims over the top of the coffee table and lands on the ground in front of the TV.

"Who keeps calling you, Y/N?" he asks again and this time you know you need to answer him.

You tuck your legs underneath you and move further away from Loki, wrapping your arms around yourself. He shifts his body to face you but doesn't move any closer. "It's my ex-boyfriend," you tell him, you try to keep the fear from your voice but you know he hears it.

"The one Wanda told me about?" he asks, his eyes glance towards your phone and you see a flash of anger cross his face.

You nod but don't say anything else, you had barely mentioned your ex to Loki for so many reasons. You aren't sure how much Wanda told Loki but it was obviously more then you had ever shared with him.

"Please talk to me," he says, moving towards you slowly, testing to see if you will pull away again. "I don't understand why he would still be calling you. I thought you ended things with him months before I met you."

"He started calling and texting me again a few days after our first date," you finally admit to Loki. "I don't know how he even found out about us..." your voice trails off as you look down.

You feel Loki move closer to you again and your body tenses as you prepare for an argument or worse, you shouldn't have hidden this from him, it was as bad as lying.

"I'm not texting him back I promise. I always ignore him. I don't want him to call me but he just keeps doing it, I've asked him to stop but he won't," you say quickly, all in one breath. Loki opens his mouth to say something but you are too afraid to give him a chance. "I didn't want you to be upset, that's why I didn't tell you, I wasn't trying to hide anything or lie about it, I'm sorry," you feel the apology pouring out as it had so many times with your ex. You cover your face with your hands but can't stop the first few tears from escaping.

"I'm not upset Y/N," he says softly. He gently touches your hands and slowly takes them away from your face, "I'm worried about you, that's all."

You look at him, not having expected that response. When your ex found out you were texting Wanda after work, he had been furious. He had never met her and didn't want you telling a stranger anything about him or your relationship.

"I'm sorry," you mumble quietly, not even sure what you are sorry for anymore.

"Please stop apologizing," he says in a calm voice, "You haven't done anything wrong." He wipes the tears from your cheeks, his eyes never leaving yours.

You nod and without thinking you answer him, "Sorry."

He gives you a half smile and puts his arms around you, pulling you close. You squeeze your eyes shut and press your cheek to his chest as he rubs your back slowly. He holds you and sighs, "I don't know what he did to you... and I will never ask you to tell me," he adds when you look up at him, "But I need you to remember that I am not him. I never want you to be scared of me, you can tell me anything."

"I know," you wipe your eyes again. "I'm sorry-"

He raises an eyebrow at you and you let out a small laugh. "There's that beautiful smile I love so much," he smiles in return.

A few hours later, Loki lays awake staring at the ceiling, wishing you hadn't left. He has told you on numerous occasions that he sleeps much better when you are curled up in his arms. Unfortunately, you need to run an errand before work tomorrow so you had gone back to your apartment after the movie finished. Closing his eyes, he rolls over but sits up quickly when he hears a faint buzzing sound.

He gets out of bed and follows the sound into his living room. Loki looks around as the buzzing gets louder until he finally sees your phone lighting up on the floor just under the tv stand. You must have forgotten you threw it there when your ex-boyfriend was calling. He was worried when you didn't text him to say you arrived home like you always did, so at least now he knows why.

He stands still for a moment, watching it ring as he debates what to do next. The call ends and he bends down to pick it up then he takes a seat on the couch. After a few seconds, it vibrates once more notifying him that there is a new voicemail.

He sits back, phone in one hand with his other hand over his eyes. Loki trusts you more than anyone he has ever known, on Midgard or on Asgard and doesn't want you to think he's invading your privacy. It's not you he wants to check up on, it's your ex-boyfriend. Everything he knows about him, he heard from Wanda in one very short but eye opening conversation. She only told him what little she knew but it was enough for Loki to know that you deserved better. He sounded like a man you weren't safe with and your reaction to his calls tonight confirmed that for him. Loki would do anything to protect you so he takes a deep breath and unlocks your phone.

Thankfully he remembers your password, you had told him what it was last weekend so he could send himself some pictures you took together at the museum. He opens your call history and covers his mouth with his hand in shock. Fifty-three missed calls in the last week alone, he stares at the number in disbelief. You hadn't answered a single call but still he attempted to reach you over and over. Most of the calls came in groups late at night, like they had while you were watching the movie.

He opens your texts, feeling both guilty for looking around and angry knowing what he will likely find. He smiles a bit when he sees how you've saved his name in your phone, Mischief 💚, but immediately frowns when he sees an unsaved number right below his conversation with you.

He clicks on it, at first he barely reads the words, he just scrolls further and further down hoping to find the end. He sees text after text after text, some are long rants while others are a single insulting word and it seems to go on forever. Once a day is a text from you pleading with him to leave you alone but it only seems to enrage him.

Loki quickly goes from upset to angry to furious as he reads the threats and insults your ex-boyfriend had thrown at your over the last few weeks. He grinds his teeth as he thinks about you being afraid of your ex and the things he has done to you. He sits back and types out a lengthy reply but at the last second he deletes it.

With a smirk he sits forward with his elbows on his knees and begins to type a new, much shorter message. He hits send and waits a few moments. Your phone vibrates when your ex replies and Loki turns off your phone before going back to his room.

You look both ways and cross the street quickly, excited to finally see Loki for lunch like you do every day. You spot him sitting on his usual bench just past the entrance to the park, lost in his book. You smile when he looks up, his book vanishing as he stands. He hugs you tightly then leans down to give you a kiss.

"I missed you," you tell him, his arms still around you.

"Then you shouldn't have left last night," he smiles. "Oh, I believe this is yours," he takes your phone out of his pocket.

"Thanks. I can't believe I forgot it, that was really stupid," you shake your head. You had realized when you got home last night that you had left it at Loki's but it was too late to go back.

Your heart stops when you realize its your ex-boyfriend. You look up at Loki, one of his arms is still around you but his eyes are fixed to your ex as he approaches with a wide smile and outstretched arms.

"You are not stupid," he corrects you and before you can respond you see someone walking over to you.

He continues towards you and when your brain finally registers that he is trying to go in for a hug you free yourself from Loki and quickly back away. Loki moves in response, putting himself easily between you and your ex which causes him to stop.

"Seriously Y/N?" he says, already sounding annoyed with you. "I drove all the way out here for lunch with you and you won't even give me a freaking hug? You're lucky I accepted your ridiculous invitation after you kept ignoring me."

Loki says, "Y/N did not invite you here, I did."

"Oh really?" he's looks from you to Loki and seems unphased that he is face to face with the Prince of Asgard. "What, are you looking for some tips on how to control her better?" he laughs to himself. "Of course, if you've decided you're done with her, I'll gladly take her back. I put years into fixing her, wouldn't want that to go to waste."

You take another step back as his eyes find you again and they roam up and down your body. You suddenly wish you hadn't worn a skirt and you cross your arms tightly around yourself. He always commented on how you dressed, he had so many opinions on what he wanted you to wear.

Loki notices how uncomfortable you are and brings the attention back to himself. "Do not look at her, this conversation is between you and me," he tells your ex.

He sighs and says, "Fine, what do you want?"

Loki holds his anger at back and in a controlled tone says, "You will apologize for how you treated her in the past and then you will leave, never return here or contact her again."

He almost laughs and says, "I treated her the way she deserved. She needed to learn how to behave and you should be thankful I trained her as well as I did."

Your eyes dart from your ex to Loki and your heart races with anxiety about what might happen next. Loki doesn't respond at first, you watch his fist clench and his jaw tighten. He looks like he is holding himself back from lashing out with every bit of strength he has.

"You have no idea what she was like before. When I first met her-" he tries to look at you but Loki cuts him off.

He walk steadily forward, glaring at him as approaches. "I will not stand here and listen to a pathetic mortal like you speak poorly of Y/N. She is kind, funny, generous, creative, beautiful and so much more. She never deserved to be mistreated by the likes of you. Y/N is a queen and I will ensure she is treated as such."

You can't take your eyes off of Loki, you've never had anyone speak about you this way before.

Loki stops just in front of your ex and says, "If you ever speak to her, text her or see her again, I will make sure you suffer greater than any human on Midgard has ever suffered before."

Your ex-boyfriend looks at him in shock but it quickly morphs into anger, he does not take being challenged or threatened well. He takes a small step backwards and says, "You can't just threatened me like that. You might be some fancy royal on your planet but here your just another asshole. If I want to talk to her, I will. She was mine once and I could take her back if I really wanted to."

As soon as the words come out of your ex's mouth, you know he finally pushed Loki too far. Loki's full armor and tall horned crown appear in a bright flash of gold and green. Your ex goes quiet in an instant as you are both reminded that Loki truly is a God among men.

The God of Mischief looms over him, staring down at him, daring him to speak again. Loki raises one hand and suddenly your ex is picked up by his throat, a green mist surrounding his neck. He tries to claw at it but Loki's magic brings him closer, until they are eye to eye. In a dark voice, Loki says, "She's mine now."

Your ex-boyfriend looks utterly terrified and a part of you can't help but enjoy seeing the fear in his eyes after all the pain he inflicted on you. You watch, your heart still pounding quickly. As much as you want your ex to suffer, you are afraid Loki will go to far, you've never seen him so angry. Look had worked so hard over the last few months to gain the trust and support of the Avengers, if he hurts your ex he will have to face serious consequences. As much as you hate your ex-boyfriend, its not worth risking Loki's future with the team or with you.

Loki's magic brings him closer, until the are inches from each other, his feet dangling helplessly above the ground. "Do not doubt for a moment that I will do what needs to be done to protect the woman I love. Is that clear?" Loki asks and he nods rapidly in response.

Loki releases him from his grasps and he falls to the ground. Getting up quickly, he runs from the park without looking back.

Loki's magic vanishes, his crown and armor fading away in the breeze as he turns to face you. The determination and rage in his eyes is gone, replaced with his own nervous fear. Your eyes remain locked on him as he slowly walks towards you.

"Y/N," he asks softly. You don't answer, your mind still processing the events from a few moments ago. "I'm sorry, I never meant to let my temper get so out of control but I just couldn't bear to listen to him talk about you for another moment," he explains and you nod in understanding.

He reaches out to take your hand, looking down as your finger interlock and sighs. "I told you not to be afraid of me and then I showed you exactly what kind of terrifying monster I really am. I never wanted to scare you, I only wanted him to leave you alone."

"You um..." you pause, biting you lip as you think. "You said you love me?"

"Loki," you close the distance between you and touch his cheek with your other hand. "I could never be scared of you." He looks at you slowly and you smile, he breaths a sigh of relief and smiles in return.

He laughs and relaxes completely, his arm wrapping around your waist. "Darling, I have loved you from the first time we spoke," he tells you. "You mean everything to mean."

You reach up and kiss him, his hands move down your back to hold you flush against his body. You look up, still pressed together and say, "I love you too. Thank you for keeping me safe from him."

You rest your head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of your head. "I promise, I will always protect you, you just need to tell me what is bothering you," he swears.

You smile when you look into his eyes and see how much he means it. He leans down to kiss you again and between breaths he whispers, "Mine."

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[am-i-making-you-feel-sick]

they’re husbands, your honor

[marveljesus69]

rivals rot 💔

[barneswinchester]

MCU Masterlist III

as always, I don't own any of these, they're just my absolute favourites.

mcu masterlist I

mcu masterlist II

Bucky Barnes

SMUT 👅

drabble

look at me

bad date

welcome back

ride

on his knees

wake up bj

a taste of submission

a good plowin

bliss

printesa mea

somnophilia

languages of love

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

protective

purgatory

grouch

his safe place

night terrors

my babydoll

sensitive

safe with me

Steve Rogers

SMUT 👅

the game

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

my love is winter

the game

every step of the way

Stucky

SMUT 👅

feral

heat of the moment

a sweet treat

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

initials

I'm pregnant, not dying

brave new world

happy ending

last hope part two

Andy Barber

SMUT 👅

anonymous

Ari Levinson

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

you said I was your favourite

SMUT 👅

forget everything

Loki

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

bad dreams

Lee Bodecker

SMUT 👅

persuasion

[ash-muses]

There was a sense of curiosity and wariness stirring in his chest as Steve guided his hand to his temple, and he gave a slight nod to reassure him. "If we're to be together, then yes," came his response, gentle yet firm, "I want to know you intimately, in whatever ways I can." A soft translucent light emanated from his hand as he delved into the memory, seeing the memory play out before him; the God could feel the changes in the air pressure, the plane's descent, the potent mix of emotions that had surged through Steve during the incident, and a woman's muffled voice in his ear and a picture in a compass upon the dash... Loki's fingertips twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly, as he fought the urge to pull the soldier against him and protect him. The memory cut out as the plane finally hit the glacial waters, bringing the God of Mischief back to the present.

As his gaze fell upon Steve once more, his brows pulled together in concern as he processed the information. Then, wordlessly, the trickster leaned forward and captured his lips in small, semi-rough, protective, and repetitive kisses. After a minute, Loki let him go and sat back again, his gaze averted but eyes narrowed in a mix of vexation, silent anger, and relief; it was his own emotional turmoil from watching his companion do what he did, the recklessness of Steve's actions only furthering his sense of annoyance. But he reminded himself it was long before they had met - long before the God had a hand in shielding him from harm.

It was a while before he spoke again, still keeping his gaze off the soldier for the time being. "You were alone," Loki began softly, a hint of something unreadable in his tone - something that subtly echoed his understanding. After a short pause, he went on. "Once again, saving New York... your home, from my understanding." He couldn't help but draw comparisons to the lengths he had gone through to save Asgard, although he had done so in a much more nuanced fashion. But, as the realization occurred that he had attacked his companion's home - with an army, no less - Loki's features softened a little and he felt the flicker of remorse creep up on him once more.

"I suppose you will come to know of my past as well as my present should we continue the way we are going. I happen to see you knowing more than most but that is not to say that many know me that well." He paused, the voice of Tony coming through his own mind telling him he's old fashioned and outdated. He shook his head and looked to Loki.

"You sure you want to know me this intimately?" He was taking Loki's hand to his temple then and let the other explore with his magic. "I suppose we will come to know each other this intimately..."He paused, letting a memory resurface of his time taking the plane down.

[polarisbibliotheque]

Hey Polaris, hope this helps as a vent piece:

Anger is one of the main traits of demons. Everyone's anger has manifested outward at least some point yet, one person keeps it under Heavy lock and key, Dante.

One day, the anger manifests in its destructive, gruesome and targeted anger in his Sin Devil Trigger as it manifests when that last patient strand snaps.

So here's the prompt:

As Reader wakes up from a hard hit, once fully back to full consciousness, they witness that destructive rage that Dante kept under lock and key. Nearby, Vergil is protectively standing in front of Reader but something's wrong, his hands quivering as he keeps Yamato out in front of him. The real question now pops into Reader's head, how do you calm to a blazing inferno that's unrestrained and now in full swing?

Dante going on a full Sin Devil Trigger rampage (or, very angry Dante)

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Summary: Vergil wasn't one to fear easily - but one thing he would always dread to see; and that would be Dante losing his humanity.

Trigger Warning: Reader stops breathing and is seemingly dead for a while. Lots of blood, lots of anger, lots of self-loathing on this one (they all need therapy)

Author's Note: Oh boy, this was a conversation I was having with dear Fury: how Dante is 10/10 the scariest when he's mad because he keeps his demon on a leash *cough* Subhuman *cough* and he's the one everyone should fear when going berserk, not Vergil. With all the requests I'm having, currently, Fury decided to leave this suggestion out until I had a little more time to write...

Fast forward a few weeks, I'm having issues with a couple of ~friends~ and, honestly, I haven't been this angry in years. To the point of trembling, laughing like a maniac, and wanting to fistfight the gods. Hence, Fury sent me this vent piece so I could satisfy my wrath in a more ~healthy~ way. Hope you guys like it, though, Dante needs a big ol' hug and someone to openly cry too, not just Vergil.

Again, they all need therapy

Not many things could stir fear in Vergil’s heart.

Mundus’ voice, silently taunting him in the back of his head, the memory of everything he had been through in Hell was one of those things. The other one was his twin’s fury.

It was a rare thing for him to grip Yamato with an unsteady pair of hands, putting a lot of effort and strength for them not to tremble – but the sight of Dante completely lost in his bloodlust was not to be trifled with.

The first time Vergil saw it with his own eyes was in Hell, when he and his brother spent a considerable amount of time to cut down the Qliphoth. Vergil was used to the taunts of demons and Dante was as well… Or at least he should be, at that point in their lives.

But the taunts were many. They had been running through the fields of fire without sleep for a couple of days – in the human world, probably, as time had a different flow in Hell – killing everything in sight; and hearing every kind of putrid taunt they could.

What made Dante snap, though, was a simple implication: that it was Dante’s fault that Vergil fell and got subdued by Mundus, suffering endless nightmares for years to come. A strange glint sparked in Dante’s eyes at that moment. The scream that rumbled in his chest was enough to be heard through many layers of Hell.

It wasn’t Dante’s fault, Vergil knew that very well. He had refused to hold his brother’s hand, there was nothing Dante could have done. It was Vergil’s choice, and his sin only. But… For the first time, he saw how much his brother blamed himself for that. How much Dante had suffered, all those years, alone in the human world.

As above, so below… Dante suffered alongside Vergil all those years.

And all of that because of a stupid, childish decision from Vergil’s part. He observed Dante in shock as that realization came down on him – and as he watched the prized human heart of his twin brother seemingly disappear, giving place to a blind, bloodthirsty demon in full Sin Devil Trigger fashion, killing everything in his path.

Vergil stayed away from the destruction, always keeping an eye on his brother… If he could call him that. Dante – the foolish, laidback, talkative, jack of all trades, witty and quippy brother he knew – seemingly was nowhere to be seen. He was gone, and everything left was his demon, with a never-ending thirst for blood.

Not that Vergil hadn’t had moments like those, but he was always alone. He would always find the end of his rage on the floor, exhausted, weak and cold. And so, he waited for Dante’s wrath to wear off – patiently, observing with a heavy heart, sorrow and guilt.

He didn’t enjoy seeing his brother like that.

That was the reason why, when Nico put to vote who was the scariest when angry, you threw your vote at Dante. You and the rest of the crew, except for the Spardas, decided to have a night out at a local diner, just to wind down and have a bit of fun – that sort of talk was a given when you were together.

“Dante, really?” Lady raised one of her eyebrows, staring at you with nothing but doubt in her multicolored eyes. “He can’t hurt even a fly!” When she said that, though, all of the eyes of the group turned at her in disbelief. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been hunting with him for a while. Dante can be a weapon of mass destruction, but he just… He doesn’t have that heart.”

“Hmmm… I think I have to agree with you on that one.” Trish slowly stirred her chocolate milkshake as Lady thanked with a sip of her vanilla one. “Look, I saw him killing Mundus. I saw Dante fighting the greatest and worst of Hell. He can be dangerous, but his human heart doesn’t let him be scary.”

“That is exactly my point.” You were ready to defend your thesis like a lawyer at court.

“Then why the hell would you vote for him as the scariest?” Nico didn’t have a cigarette on her hands because she had been forbidden to smoke inside the diner, but if she had, she would have been pointing at you with it. “Big flamin’ demon got nothin’ on Vergil, that one’s got the eyes of a killer. Got you chillin’ just by lookin’ at you.”

“Vergil doesn’t control his anger that much – I go as far as saying he doesn’t control himself as much as Dante.” And with those words, you won all the shocked looks you could at that evening. You would count that as a feat. “Is Dante a fool of a Tûk, as my dear Gandalf would say? Yes, he is. Is Vergil a walking death omen? Yes, he also is. But, I have talked to him about Dante being angry, and Vergil gave me enough hints to make it very clear Dante doesn’t let all his feelings out – he chooses to pass as a very aloof himbo of a man, but he is far from that. I’ve been his partner for enough time to say I agree with Vergil.”

“You might have a point.” Kyrie took a sip of her strawberry milkshake, as you let a triumphant smile take over your lips. “Dante might be playful, but we all know he has very deep emotions underneath that. It’s just like with Nero and his punk attitude.”

“But instead, he’s a cinnamon bun on the inside.” Nico topped Kyrie’s phrase, provoking some laughs on the group. That was the most accurate description of Nero if you had ever seen one.

“Dante loves his human heart, but he has a certain beef with his demonic one.” You wouldn’t say to the whole group you went as far as to believe he actually loathed his demonic heritage, as that was something too personal, but you had a hunch they all had some suspicions of that deep inside. “He keeps it in check, hidden, tamed. He lashes out when it’s a good time to do so – when fighting demons.” As you started getting some hums of agreement, you sneakily took Trish’s milkshake. “We have never seen Dante actually angry. And I don’t think we ever will.”

“Oh, now you’re makin’ it difficult.” Nico had to ponder those words, even if she couldn’t really see Dante being as dangerous as you said.

“Eh, not for me. I’m still going with Vergil.” Lady shrugged, firm on her opinion as always.

You took a little longer to get to the final vote – discussing what you had just said, as Trish called you out for stealing her milkshake and having it back, only to share it with you – but the answer was almost unanimous: the scariest one on a fit of wrath was Vergil.

Almost, because you kept adamant in voting on your red devil.

Vergil never came to know about all of that, but if he did, he would have agreed with you – not publicly, as he would hold his new title with pride, always content on inspiring fear as a way to keep himself and his loved ones protected. He would, however, agree with you privately, remembering Dante’s display of wrath in Hell.

That was the reason why his hands trembled on Yamato during your latest hunt together – the one where everything went wrong.

If only you would wake up. Maybe he could save Dante’s soul.

It all happened so fast, Vergil didn’t even see how things ended the way they were at the moment. On one second you were fighting by their side, on the other, you were tossed on the floor, soaked in your own blood, chest immobile. Not breathing.

“Y/n! No, y/n!” It was the very first time Vergil saw Dante dropping everything to run towards you. His brother let go of his sword, ignored all demons around and ran as if you were the only being in that godforsaken place. Vergil had to put himself between him and the demons, keeping them at bay as Dante quickly made his way to you. “Y/n! C’mon, babe! Y/n!”

Dante’s knees hit the floor with a loud thud as he dropped all his weight by your side – not feeling anything at the moment, but it would certainly leave a couple of horrid bruises. As his sky-blue eyes met that harrowing sight, desolation filled his face; Dante forgot how to breath for a split second, barely feeling his very own hands, legs tingling as his body seemed to sink in the ground even further.

Vergil stated the very same thing his brother did – and he never thought he could feel that way with the thought of losing you; but there was Vergil, with numbness on his fingers and a sickness in his stomach. You were the little light that Dante had found in his life, one of the only good things that had happened to him during all his damned years of living. Vergil knew how important you were, how only you could make Dante smile with a sincerity he only had seen when they were kids. What would be of his brother – his foolish, stupid, beloved brother – if he lost you to demons as well…?

The answer would come very soon, but not without a fight from Dante’s side.

“C’mon, y/n, open your eyes…!” Dante’s voice trembled, in a way Vergil had never listened to before. He watched as his twin brother desperately tried to bring you back, heavy hands massaging your chest, followed by breathing inside your mouth, and repeating once more. “C’mon, babe… Don’t leave me here…!” Those words were a whisper as he trembled trying to make your heart beat again, giving his breath to you once more so you could also breathe.

The realization washed Dante’s body as a cold wave, as he slowly felt he wasn’t in his body anymore – his body feeling your weight on his hands, but his soul completely out. Maybe flying away to meet yours wherever you were.

But then, a twisted symphony of distorted cackles and mockery ripped through his ears – the realization also came to the demons, and now they gloated with their first victory. Not only that, but humiliated the son of Sparda for losing his own beloved just like his father had lost Eva.

Vergil was ready to unsheathe Yamato and unleash all his fury to cut those demons in million pieces for that lack of respect – and to allow his brother to mourn properly. He himself had to mourn: you were too precious at the Devil May Cry for Vergil not to feel your loss.

But he wouldn’t need that. A deep growl grabbed the Dark Slayer’s attention, making him immediately turn to his brother. Dante got up from the floor with nothing but rage in his eyes bleeding tears, bare teeth as his demonic heritage boiled to rip through his skin and unleash all its fury on his enemies.

If only Dante had waited a single second, he would have realized what Vergil did. He would have heard a faint heartbeat – trembling, but fighting to survive. He would have seen your broken body trying to breath underneath the blood.

Dante killed the first demons with their own weapons, running towards his sword with a scream that only grew in strength. Vergil kneeled by your side, checking your pulse on your neck, staining his hands with your blood but stating what made his heart beat faster: you weren’t lost. Dante had to know.

The floor rumbled. As Vergil turned his attention towards Dante, he immediately turned back to you to protect you with his body. Dante’s scream thundered through the floor, as if it came from the deepest pits of Hell itself – and a thousand degrees exploded in sparks and molten lava as his Sin Devil Trigger took the place of the man who stood there before.

Vergil was used to the flames of Hell, they would not hurt him. But he wasn’t used to the wrath of his brother – and that might be something none of you would be able to recover. Vergil could take the heat of the explosion that took down many demons in its wake, but your human body couldn’t – and that was the reason why he had to do everything in his power to protect you.

Those silvery eyes turned back at Dante, still keeping a protective arm above you. Usually predatorial, now Vergil had nothing but worry in his gaze, watching with desolation as his brother became the bloodthirsty ruthless demon he never was.

In that state, Dante could make mistakes. He could hit you without even realizing. A misplaced use of his power, a wrong swing of his blade, another explosion of million degrees into hellish flames… Vergil could survive, not you. And, if Dante, who hadn’t realized yet you weren’t lost as he thought you were, ended up being the real reason of your demise…

Vergil didn’t even want to think what would happen.

For all he could see at that moment was a demon fiercely fighting other demons – or, better yet, easily subduing and mercilessly slaughtering all of them. And that was something that was so intrinsic to Dante’s heart: his mercy. Having Dante without his mercy, his kindness, his gentleness, his love, was the same as not having him at all… That was the source of his power, like rage was the source of Vergil’s power.

Watching his brother lost in wrath was heart wrenching, but knowing it could get even worse if he was to completely lose his soul was even more harrowing. Dante’s eyes bled his pain, even in that form, as he soaked his whole self in the viscous blood of his enemies – a monster beyond salvation, a creature without a soul, a lover without a heart. A man with his fragile hope crashed into pieces, abandoning everything that made him who he was, to allow himself to find some comfort through burning his own wrath.

For the first time, it downed on Vergil his brother might not come back. If he lost you, if Dante fatally wounded you, Vergil would never have him again – for Dante would lose the very last brink of humanity inside of him; a brink that Vergil couldn’t even see at that moment and didn’t even know if it was still there. Dante’s eyes were red, his growls distorted and animalistic, his power… Greater than Mundus, greater than even Sparda.

If Dante approached, Vergil would have to fight him. His brother wasn’t in a leveled state of mind to see logic – and he could hurt you, even if Dante would never do that. With all that blind wrath, though, Vergil didn’t even know if his brother would answer if he called.

Holding Yamato with a stronger grip than usual, Vergil stood in front of your body, guarding you from whatever harm that could come your way – be it in demon form… Or in his own twin brother form.

The cold hand of fear, though, slowly crept into his heart and held it on its stark clutches. Yes, Vergil spent his whole life sparring with that fool he had to call his brother – hearing Dante’s taunts and impossible physics, as if he didn’t even make an effort to make Vergil look like a complete buffoon during the fight, no matter how much technique and skill he had – but never Vergil imagined not having that.

Having Dante was a given. Fighting him was a given. Bantering, arguing, sparring, behaving like the bickering old set of twin brothers that they were. Vergil could say he wanted to defeat Dante, but he never wanted to get rid of him. What would his life be without his stupid brother?

Empty. Silent. Cold. Devoid of color.

Dante couldn’t go. And, most of all, he couldn’t go by Vergil’s hands. But if he was too much of a lose canon, if he was too far gone in his demonic frenzy, Vergil would have to put a stop to it…

Like Dante did with him as Nelo Angelo so many years before.

Vergil had to hold the cry that seemed to want to force its way out of his throat – holding back the tears that now glistened in his eyes. He was the most foolish of all… He was responsible for putting Dante on the same situation he found himself in at the moment – and just now he understood how harrowing, how painful and how much of a hell Dante had to go through.

Alone. Just like Vergil was alone in Hell – as above so below, the twins mirroring each other’s fates, on their realms and heritage of preference.

They weren’t so different after all.

As you started to hear the chaos around you once again, your head was spinning viciously and the pain that spread inside your lungs made you think you were going to explode. With an almost inaudible moan, you felt tears streaming down your eyes as you tried to open them, seemingly inhaling blood and pain every time you tried to breathe. You could feel you were covered in something wet and sometimes sticky, but it took some time for you to raise a trembling hand in front of your barely focusing eyes to realize it was blood.

Were you dead…? What had happened…? You could barely remember. You didn’t even know what hit you: suddenly everything turned black and now you were feeling like a bulldozer went over your body and somehow you managed to survive. Perhaps you didn’t, but if you were dead, you wouldn’t be feeling that much pain… At least, that was what people always said that happened after departing from the human world.

Plus, you could still hear the demons – but now, screaming in fear and trying to run away from something that was growling in such an inhuman tone, you wondered if you guys had accidentally summoned something bigger. By the noise, it had to be. The likes of Mundus and the other Kings of Hell – Vergil being the smallest of them, but still as deadly.

Perhaps it was Vergil…? To be fair, though, he never went all out without a really good reason. Maybe he thought you were dead? He appreciated you as much as a brother would appreciate his twin’s partner, but you didn’t expect him to have such a visceral reaction to your death; Unless…

You widened your eyes as your whole body seemed to be washed by a cold wave followed by a lightening that made you tingle from head to toes. Your heart sunk in your chest and the painful breaths you tried before were all but gone. Vergil would have a visceral reaction if he lost his brother. And that, you couldn’t even fathom: life without Dante didn’t exist… Or, at least, it would be something you wouldn’t want to go through.

You forced your body up, slowly turning to one side and barely using your arm to keep your weight as you tried to see what was going on. You had to find him, you had to find Dante. You would crawl to his body, you would shake him around as you could, you would give him your breath, you would give him your soul – but you would try everything to bring him back. You would hold him as tight as you could, you would cry over him, and there wouldn’t be a living or dead thing in this world that would be able to part you from him.

You widened your eyes once more when you saw Vergil keeping your body as a guardian warrior and the source of the chaos and destruction was your beloved red devil – lost in a frenzy, dripping with blood, eyes melting like lava and nothing of human in them.

You had never seen Dante like that.

“Verge…” You tried to cough the word out, but it was nothing more than a dying whisper. You couldn’t see how the blue devil furrowed his brows, thinking he might be hearing things – until you allowed a harsher breath to hurt your lungs so you could try to raise your trembling voice higher. “Vergil…!”

He turned his head enough to see you in the corner of his eyes – doing his best to still keep Dante in his sight. A wave of euphoria washed through Vergil’s body as his hands seemed to get steadier around Yamato: he was right, you were alive. As the fighter you were, the survivor you were… You were breathing and doing your best to get back on your feet again.

“Y/n…” But he couldn’t even talk: the floor rumbled again and Vergil knew what was coming. You placed your hands on the ground, widening your eyes and furrowing your brows, having never felt that before.

For a split second, you caught a glimpse of what was going on: Dante harnessing his power, ready to explode. You had never saw that. You had never saw his eyes devoid of his humanity. You had never seen your Dante as a complete demon like it was happening at that moment.

And, something that you had never been conscious to witness, Vergil threw himself over you to protect your body from his brother’s wrath. You had to cower behind his frame, gripping Vergil’s coat lapel for dear life, but still feeling the burning of a thousand degrees engulf you.

The blue devil didn’t even waver – but both of you had something in your eyes… The dread of the harrowing knowledge that that was Dante. All that destruction, that chaos, that blood… It was all Dante.

You were right, after all. His rage was the scariest to see.

“I need t-…” Your voice was raspy, having to stop mid phrase to cough some more blood that needed to come out of your lungs. “I need to talk to him.” You tried to take a deep breath, but once again it just stopped with a harsh sting on your chest. “He needs to know I’m alive.”

“Hmmm.” Vergil agreed with his head, but you knew he was still pondering what you had said. He helped you up on your feet – doing more of the work than you, easily lifting your body with his strength. “Dante isn’t himself at the moment…” Again, Vergil stood in front of you like a guardian, gripping the Yamato with both hands as soon as he saw you could stand by yourself. If you faltered, though, he was quick enough to hold you. “You must keep that in mind.”

“I know… And I am scared.” You answered in a whisper, looking over Vergil’s shoulder only to see Dante mercilessly slaughtering the last unlucky demons. “But it’s still Dante.”

Vergil didn’t know what to do, if he was being honest with himself. He could have held you back and kept you safe, as his demonic side told him to do, but something inside told him he should let you do what you had to do. Those silvery eyes watched as you bravely walked in haste towards danger; towards hell and doom, ready to embrace it… And willing to make it stop.

“Dante! Dante, love!” You kept calling, but, as Vergil feared before, his brother didn’t respond. He was too far gone, too lost in Hell to come back that easily. Vergil followed your steps slowly, lingering like a shadow behind you… Ready to do whatever he needed to do if Dante’s demon didn’t even recognize you in that blind rage. “Dante! You can stop now… Dante!”

With all the filthy bloody corpses piling up on the floor, that flaming red-hot demonic figure slowly turned its head towards you. Covered in blood, sword dripping with red, molten lava eyes raining all its hollow pain. Expressionless, as he always was on his Sin Devil Trigger, made of fire and coal, hate and rage.

Did he recognize you…? Did he understand what was going on…? Vergil’s grip on Yamato got stronger, ready to unleash a blow on his brother in order to protect you. What you were doing was a gamble – and one with not so nice odds to you. There was a reason why Vergil let Dante’s anger wear out when they were in Hell: he knew there was a good chance Dante wouldn’t even recognize him at the height of his wrath, just like it happened with Vergil on those situations. So, to say the moment at hand was dangerous was a serious understatement.

But humans would always be fascinating, wouldn’t they…? At least, that was what Vergil thought. That towering demon with a flaming chest and leathery wings turned towards you, carrying his huge sword dripping with demonic blood, doing nothing but heavy breathing – and you decided to fearlessly walk towards it.

Humans.

Vergil kept his distance, watching it all unfolding with a weary heart and a trigger hand at ready to fight his brother – to death, if he unfortunately needed to – in order to protect you. He couldn’t have the certainty you had, as your steps kept going in Dante’s direction.

Your legs were shaking, your knees were trembling, but… It was your lover. It was Dante. No matter how much he was lost into his frenzy and wrath, you had to believe his heart would remember you. His soul. It all happened because he thought he had lost you, he had to come back upon knowing you were alright.

It didn’t matter how horrid his wrath looked like, you knew he was in there somewhere.

“Dante… It’s me, I’m alright…” Your voice was still a whisper, unable to speak too loud, but also trying to soothe the anger in his heart. You hesitantly reached out to him, making a growl rumble inside his chest and your steps stop for a while – with Vergil half-unsheathing his sword, ready to fight. “Love…” You called again, breathing as deeply as you could, resuming your walking and extending your hand towards him. “My Dante…”

You were finally at arm’s reach. Vergil held his breath, eyebrows furrowed, silvery predator eyes fixated on what was supposed to be his brother. You raised your hand higher, resting it on Dante’s face.

His Sin Devil Trigger form was nothing but rough. His skin seemed like hard leather and rocky coal, burning so hot it could almost hurt your hand. You wouldn’t back down though: compared to him, you were soft and cold, too fragile and breakable; but you wouldn’t leave. You caressed his rough face, fingers feeling the sharp teeth, the spiky crevices, the unwelcoming features of a face made in Hell.

You felt, though, an unlikely moisture reaching your fingers: a droplet, running from those fiery, empty eyes – those inhuman eyes. You looked at it running through your fingers to the back of your hand, looking back into those frightening eyes that had nothing of a soul in them…

But he was there, wasn’t he? It was him, a part of him that Dante always fought so relentlessly to keep hidden, to keep on a tight leash in the deepest corner of his self. You could see Dante in those eyes – and, as soon as that realization washed through the demon’s body, his head leaned into your hand.

With a flaming spark, the red devil was gone and you had the man back: tired, desolated, falling apart. Dante still leaned his head into your hand – now with soft skin, smooth lips, closed eyes and flowy white hair – almost like an animal that had never been touched with kindness in a whole lifetime. As he opened his eyes, you could see the redness of his tears crowning those sky-blue tones you always loved so much… And there was nothing but fragile vulnerable humanity in them.

“Hi, cowboy…” You whispered with a shadow of a smile on your lips, while your very eyes poured tears – you didn’t know what kind of tears, though, if of happiness, sadness, desperation, pity or love. Maybe all of them at the same time: it was inherently human to feel more than words could describe. You caressed his face as Dante himself started to pour all of his feelings out – this time, not in a fit of rage. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“I thought I lost you.” His coarse voice came through as if Dante had been weeks without speaking and his very own vocal cords were barely working. You didn’t doubt his body would be in pain after all he had been through during… That. “I thought… You were gone. I’d never see you again, you were… Like… Like…” Dante closed his eyes again, head hanging low. He could barely breathe as the words fought to get out of his chest and stop suffocating him. His tears hitting the floor while you took his hair out of the way so you could see his face – there was nothing but pain; a pain that hadn’t been healed since he was a child. “Like everyone in my damned fuckin’ life; those things… I thought they had extinguished… Your light, like everyone… Like everyone eventually does… By my side…”

That was rare. Very rare. Dante was very honest with his feelings and usually didn’t hide anything from you, but not to that point – the point where he would honestly and openly say how much he thought he was the thing that doomed everyone else who decided to live with him or be friends with him. That loathing he had inside his heart, that he hid so carefully, it wasn’t something he would say out loud – it was something you knew because you always understood him so well.

You let go of his hair and locked your arms around his large frame, resting your head on his chest – you could hear his heart beating, his human heart. Dante hesitated for the very first time in his life, keeping his arms by your side for a split second, his teary eyes shocked with your reaction.

After all, you had just seen his absolute worst. All the things he always smothered so much inside himself, keeping them on check, always so controlled. You had seen it in all its spiteful and horrid glory – and your reaction was to embrace him instead of running away. Dante expected you to run, it would honestly be the logic and most human thing to do after seeing all of that.

But you walked towards him with your heart beating in fear, touching his face to grab him out of the pit of wrath he was buried into, holding him tightly in your arms as he broke down in all his anger, misery, trauma and self-loathing.

It lasted a split of a second indeed – for soon Dante’s strong arms were wrapped around your fragile body, keeping you close and safe from harm… As well as having his face buried on your neck, crying all that smothered pain inside of his heart out. Your bodies were too exhausted to keep standing for too long – so when your knees wavered, Dante did the same and you kneeled on the floor, never letting go of each other; Dante holding you as tight as he could, promising himself he would never let go.

Vergil could finally put Yamato to rest. When they were in Hell, he allowed his brother’s rage to wear off while observing from afar. This time, he could do the same: guarding you and quietly keeping you both safe and sound.

A sad ghost of a smile graced the Dark Slayer’s lips as he calmly observed you. Maybe his brother was right after all, and he could only wish someday he would be as strong as Dante to carry such power.

A human heart.

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the concept of imu possesing king harald thus forcing loki to kill his own father to protect his kingdom and then getting ostracized and treated like a heartless piece of shit by those whose lives he saved and by his own brother... oh imu when i catch you...